The fog was real this morning in Somerset.
Hung around for a couple of hours at the Tor in Glastonbury waiting for the motherfucking Sun with a couple of other vagabonds but alas, I caved and came home.
I was the first and last man standing though so that also probably makes me the most stupid too.
Sometimes the shot you are after just won't show its self until you're long gone.
However, the journey rather than destination cliche is always the symptom of photography I enjoy the most.
Happy Friday